Author's Note

Inspiration struck, so here's a bit of mail that Jack sent Luna after Werda managed to recreate her body. It's not much, more of a little extra bit of info on the universe after the end of the story, and more will likely.

The Ranger's Log: Page 256

Dear Princess Luna,

I hope this missive finds you in good health, or at all, really, since I'm sending it in the hands of Werda and her newly acquired body. I'm quite certain that she will deliver this to you and answer any additional questions you may have, but she's also an immortal paragon of the nightmare realm, or some such, so it wouldn't surprise me if she decided to just decline doing this favor for me to instead go off and do whatever it is that immortals do. On that note, a copy of this summary should arrive a week or so after her arrival, just in case Your Royal Immortalness does happen to know what a fellow immortal would do if she decided to roam off without checking in first.

So as you have probably gathered, we managed to acquire a body for Werda, and let me tell you that was some of the most occultic shit I've ever seen in my life. I'm quite happily surprised that it didn't end up taking an arm and a leg as part of the payment. On the other side, I have a list of all of the elements and the percentage of such that makes up a larger than average unicorn mare. No idea what I'm going to do with that information, but I'll attach that sheet to the backup missive so that you can do something with it.

As for the ingredients, it wasn't too creepy, mostly just a bunch of elements a few magical trinkets, and some of my blood. The only real trinket of interest was something called the Fork of Horripilation, which is some kind of weird two pronged poker that I had to use to draw the blood for the ritual, and Kemo wasn't particularly happy with that artifact around, said it gave her the chills for some reason. We found it in some weird Aztec looking temples in the southern jungles, and we only almost died twice to traps. I should mention that I securely packaged the poker and sent it with a note to the Royal Canterlot Museum. Anonymously, of course. There was also an acid green jewel carved into the shape of a pony, which didn't survive the process. It kind of melted in the pentacle, and I'm fairly sure it's the base of her new body, at least for now. I have to say, it feels strange not hearing her voice in my thoughts. She wasn't particularly invasive, nor where we particularly talkative all things considered, but I feel like I'm going to miss being able to ask for her advice on the fly.

That's the big news, on the smaller side I've helped Kemo get rid of a few bandits and helped whittle away at what's left of the Thieve's Guild. Not that there's much, but some of the small-timers realized there was a power vacuum and are trying to fill as much of it as possible. Silly bastards, expanding that hard makes them easy targets for us, and the Solar Guard even managed to nab one or two.

Your Lunar Ranger,

Jack Smith

This document has been copied and bound along with the rest of the notes of the human Lunar Guard, Jack Smith, by Royal Scribe Lumia at the behest of Princess Luna, so that all may learn of Equestria's visitor from beyond the stars. May his soul rest in peace.